“Welcome To Dead” – Short Story

An old short story I wrote circa 2013. Welcome to Dead I didn’t realize right away what had happened. That I had died, I mean. I was vaguely aware of the accident. It came back in fragments. Pieces of a puzzle I had to guess at. I had been running late for class as usual,

If Not Now, When?

They were called The Hillel and they ran the neighborhood. They stood outside my door in the corridor between my apartment and the third floor elevator. I was having a party or event of some sort, safe inside my apartment with loved ones, with a locked door between us and The Hillel. We could hear

A Carcass Comes to Dinner

   “Hi, everyone. This is J. Not like J-A-Y Jay, but J like the letter”. Silence. Felicity beams out at us all, as we sit around the table. Her smile falling onto each of us, one by one as she gazes from her date, to us, and back again. Jaws are hanging wide open around

The Tentacles That Took My Tonsils

  The summer before third grade changed my life. That was the summer my parents took me to see The Little Mermaid. Coincidentally, that was also the summer I had my tonsils removed. After my third time seeing the movie in the theater I noticed an aching in my throat. My mom was convinced it

Last Night I Met My Fairy Godmother

Last night I met a woman looking gloriously lost in the middle of Union Station. I stopped to see if I could be of any assistance. Much to my delight, when she opened up her mouth, a British accent spilled out, causing my heart to spill all over the floor, naturally.